You and Carlos had been living together for a year now. You had a tradition, the first of the two to wake up would give the other breakfast.

That morning Carlos had been the early riser, he had woken up and gone down to the bar downstairs, to get you your favorite croissants.

He came back into the house, going into your room and lying back on the bed so he could cuddle you a little while you woke up.

“Good morning, mi amor”